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Daily Archive for May 25th, 2009
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Three weeks ago Fife Senior and I discussed expanding our vegetable garden. We already grow our own garlic, several different kinds of fruit and a few veggies then we talked about adding broccoli, romaine lettuce, spinach and bell peppers. Fife went out and purchased the plants then sat them on the table. They sat there for three weeks untouched. The ground was ready for them and they were past ready to be planted so I got together a few huge pots and put the lettuce in one and one bell pepper plant in the other. When he got home later that day he asked where the plants were. I told him what I’d done. He said they sat on the table because there wasn’t enough room in the garden for all of them. Because there wasn’t enough room for all the plants he didn’t plant any. Sometimes I forget this guy has Asperger’s Syndrome.
Yesterday evening he made his world famous potato salad. The man can cook, he really can. After he made it I went into the kitchen to discover an oven mitt in the middle of the floor. I knew exactly why it was there because he’d tossed it there one other time. I refused to move it. This evening when I went in the kitchen he told me the mitt was in his way last night. He says it doesn’t belong on the counter. Really? That’s why it’s in the floor, I said?
A few minutes ago Princess Fife dropped by to put stuff in her father’s dining room. Too bad she didn’t put back his table. She’s storing stuff in there because she’s moving again. She’s the most homeless real estate agent I know. Ah damn, I think someone just came in. I don’t know if it’s Fife Senior or if the Princess has returned. Anyway, so PF showed up today and two days ago. The first time she was here I didn’t realize she was in the house until I ran into her in the laundry room. When I saw her out of my mouth came, “How did you get past the dog?” The look I got back was, “die bitch, die.” I guess she’s still upset that I didn’t cave to her pressure and tirade of “you crazy fucking bitch, get out of my father’s house.” I’m getting use to that phrase.
So anyway, she showed up today while I was messing around in the kitchen. I said hello when she entered and continued what I was doing. Alone she carried in an extra large bookcase, a small dresser and 3 medium size bookcases. I started to ask if she needed help but I didn’t offer. I was sort of taken by the short shorts and sorta enjoying the view, which would have been totally ruined had I offered my assistance. I decided it was best not to help. Back and forth she went, up and down the stairs with this and that item. I paused and started to offer assistance again but again rejected the idea. A few seconds later her husband came in. What? I was like, you mean to tell me you sat in the truck while she carried all that stuff in alone? He walked right by me without saying a word. My auto reaction to seeing someone I know was to say “hey”. Not a word, nothing. He didn’t even look at me. Whateva!
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